Nina Kossman

Rookie - 274 Points (Moscow)

Untitled - Poem by Nina Kossman

See how nothing
keeps out of Pluto's gorge,
silently drifts
towards it, waits, sinks
into the thickening dark,
the unreflecting water,
a grave made of mud and stones:
this way-to hide lizard shadows,
that way-to rob of flesh.
Although mercy is an unprofitable profession,
save me from too much death.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, existence, myths

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 24, 2015


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